Chapter 63

I closed the door to my room and found it neatly cleaned. The sheets and duvets had been changed. The floor cleaned and all the clothes arranged in order.  

I locked the door and sunk down as my chin met my knees and stayed their, not crying not doing anything.

Their was pain that ate you alive, it ate you from inside like cancer and laughed and mocked at you.

"You thought you could get away from us, you thought you could leave us behind, we are a part of you, wherever you go, whatever you do, you are one with us," my depression and anxiety laughed at me.

I finally moved to the bed and covered myself with the duvet so no sounds would come out. I lay their blocking the whole world undecided, trying to stay alive before I went back.

I found a razor blade made two thin lines in my thigh before writing a strong clear message.

I hate myself.

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